

I miss the times you point me home when i caused the disaster.
I miss the times where you catch me when i fall.
And i miss the days that you make fun of me when i blushed.
why do i see a scary epidemic? it is getting difficult. neither can i clear it, nor can i subside it.
the second week. the fourteenth day. with copious misses, i am pending for your success and longing for your return.
why do i blush? i blushed today because i heard your voice... ...
with love,
jess
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